When other brains were discovering nuclear energy and launching revolutionary mobile money transfer systems in Kenya, I was thinking about sex. “Welcome home, dear. You are tense, and look tired,” Lilibeth observes. “Would you like a massage?” “Not now, Lily,” I say as I lean in for a kiss. “Of course, sir,” she replies, and
Love and hate keep them together and love and hate mate. He, love, worships her on the altar of love has sacrificed the world for his goddess. She, hate, despises him her love for him is disgust. All what love wants is her heart, body and soul All hate gives is coldness and aloofness; yet
Most soldiers, while in the battlefield, fantasize of palm-fringed beaches, sex, and alcohol when, and if, they get back home; not necessarily in that order. They watch poor quality porn on their phones to remind them of what they are missing, and how the female body looks like. That’s most soldiers, but I am not
No one chases visitors from their home unless the visitors have overstayed their welcome you only wish they were gone when the morsel you had you’ve fed them Your family starving before clouds gather for the next season the neighbor you used to tithe whose prayers made you gracious in the eyes of God now
She’s behind a wall so high that I couldn’t climb but I’m going to wait outside to see Maimun. She’s my moon and I’m her night time when she comes out and lets me see beneath her burqa. Maimun takes it off: her burqa her shash her dirac and lets me see beneath her—beautiful!